Chapter 587

A subtle ripple stirred within the Necron Dynasty, a ripple that seemed to emanate from the far end of time, transmitted directly before every Overlord and Law Emperor via quantum entanglement communication.

The Underworld Galaxy,

This star system had been utterly incinerated decades ago by a searing stellar fire during the great war between the Tyranids, the Necrons, and the Holy Blood Angels—a power drawn from the ancient Necron artifact known as Starflame, also called the Grand Prism.

Beneath the artifact's power, the oceans of Laixi were boiled away, the hive-cities of Asford were reduced to ash, all living things vanished in the flames, and the entire planet returned to silence.

Only on the cold planet Pertita did any figures still wander.

This planet was a tomb-world of the Necron Mefuret Dynasty.

The Mefuret Dynasty was renowned among the Necrons for their mastery of stellar energy; they knew how to construct superluminal conduits to transfer stellar power across star systems, like the ancient Star Gods who seized infinite energy from stars, and excelled at igniting stellar fury to boil their enemies alive.

But the Mefuret Dynasty's Law Emperor was extraordinarily unlucky: the first thing he saw upon awakening was not his loyal Overlord or technician, but an Eldar Jester Assassin.

That Eldar Jester Assassin severed the Law Emperor's head; without their supreme ruler, the dynasty swiftly collapsed.

Some Overlords deteriorated and self-destructed under the ravages of time; others had their tomb-worlds seized and themselves slain by younger races; still others accidentally activated their ancient stellar weapons and were reduced to ash.

Even those Overlords who survived by luck soon fell into infighting.

As the dynasty most skilled in manipulating stars, the Mefuret infighting was brutal—ultimately, most of the dynasty's tomb-worlds and Overlords were destroyed in the roaring fury of stellar power.

Except for Pertita's Overlord, Zalasusa, the last Overlord to awaken in the entire dynasty.

When he opened his eyes, all other Overlords of his dynasty were already dead.

He had, inexplicably, become the dynasty's supreme ruler.

As for external resistance,

Come on, the Mefuret Dynasty was famed among the Necrons—even if, for various reasons, only Pertita remained, their stellar manipulation technology had not diminished one bit.

And Overlord Zalasusa, after awakening, became obsessively stubborn and insisted others address him as "The One Whose Name Must Not Be Spoken," likely because his brain had been fried upon awakening.

Though he showed no other signs of madness, who knew if it might worsen?

A madman clutching a pile of stellar weapons—even the Necrons avoided him.

Otherwise, one day their own star might explode, and they'd have nowhere to cry.

Zalasusa was perfectly content with solitude; as long as no one trespassed on Pertita to damage his property, he had no interest in making enemies.

His only enemies were Anlakai'er and Taraxin, those two thieves.

He had welcomed them, and they stole Starflame—those bastards, he'd kill them soon enough!

But today, Zalasusa's peace was shattered.

A quantum entanglement communication suddenly flared up, forcibly connecting without Zalasusa's consent.

The figure appearing in the communication was not a Necron, but a human.

A beautiful white-haired man with gentle smile and violet eyes, speaking in an alluring voice, preached the faith of Saint Doraemon.

The man claimed Saint Doraemon was the source of motion for all machines, all spirits, all life—the primal force from which all things originated.

He had chosen humans, Eldar, and Necrons as his chosen people; humans and Eldar had already been blessed, and now he would bless the Necrons too—he would grant them souls.

Zalasusa responded with contempt and revulsion.

A god of unknown origin, deceiving the Necrons with lies, promising them salvation.

Fucking frauds—haven't you run out of tricks yet? Are you really trying this same scam again?!

Do you really think every Necron is the Silent King?!

But soon, another image joined the transmission.

It was the scene of negotiations between the human Regent and the Silent King.

The moment Zalasusa saw the Silent King, his heart lurched.

Fucking frauds—how despicable! Knowing other Necrons wouldn't fall for it, they targeted only the Silent King!

Based on Zalasusa's understanding of the Silent King, if this were truly a fraud's scheme, the Silent King would almost certainly be deceived.

The Silent King was a remarkably peculiar ruler.

Objectively speaking, if you ignored his tendency to be easily deceived—and that each deception always cost him dearly—his abilities were not lacking.

He was powerful, possessed vast esoteric knowledge, and excelled in political struggle; his ability to destroy all Star Gods at a critical moment proved his competence.

But the Silent King's flaw was this: he could not unleash his full potential unless he lost everything—until he was reduced to nothing, his soul shattered, his entire race destroyed.

Only then, when he had nothing left to lose and no more lies left to believe, did his fatal flaw—his susceptibility to deception—vanish.

He was a monarch skilled in last-ditch comebacks; the more desperate the situation, the stronger his abilities became. As for why the situation always became so desperate—ha.

Zalasusa helplessly shook his head.

The One Whose Name Must Not Be Spoken watched the Light of Hapsatras, one of the Three Holy Councilors, display a disgraceful spectacle.

He had actually shown such a pathetic reaction to a mere human's roar—stupid enough to tumble from the Black Stone dais; he was a clown.

And Blade-Mesophyte—defeated by a single glance—what a waste.

The so-called Three Holy Councilors: the Silent King held supreme authority and was the source of the other two Councilors' power, yet he never spoke, never publicly proclaimed his will—instead, the other two spoke for him.